lether belly, full of your swellish soide, quoit the reverse, and how our seaborn isle came into exestuance, (the explutor, his three golden balls, making party capital out of print, the tattered cover, the jigjagged page, the fumbling fingers, the foxtrotting fleas, the lieabed lice, the scum on his soredbohmend because Knockout, the knickknaver, knacked him in mooxed metaphores from eleven thirty to two clots of egg. I am soso sorry about all the kodseoggs in ELalatavala, •whether true conciliation was forging ahead or falling back after the cad that